Yes and No

Yes, I'm overdue.

No, I'm not "off" on my dates.

I'm certain of both my lmp and the conception date, in case you're really curious.

Yes, I'm aware of the "risks" of being pregnant "too long."

No, I'm not interested in an induction.

Though I have been induced once, I didn't know then what I know now.

Inductions are risky, too.

You may, of course, choose one for yourself--that would be your decision to make. 

I would rather not--which would be my decision to make.

Yes, I have recently seen my midwife.

No, nothing is "wrong".

Babies come on their own time--not anyone else's--if they are let alone.

My blood pressure is fine, I have virtually no swelling,

Baby's heart tones are great.

There is no reason at this point to intervene.

Yes, I'm overdue.

No, I'm not a very patient person.

Waiting is hard--very hard for me.

Considering that I've been "ready" since about 38 weeks,

and up many, many nights timing contractions,

it is not only physically tiring, but mentally and emotionally tiring.

Yes, I'd really like to meet this baby face to face.

No,  I don't take for granted that, for the time being, I can do something or go somewhere and not have to "worry" about feeding the baby every hour and a half.

Yes, I know I'm overdue.

No, the comment, "You're STILL PREGNANT???!!!" does not help.

What does help is a listening ear, a phone call/text/email/facebook post to let me know you're thinking of me and waiting to hear about the new baby.

I'm a pretty private person (makes total sense that I have a blog, then, doesn't it?)

and tend to get quite introverted as Baby's arrival draws near

so I may not always be up to answering the phone

but I will call you back.

I promise I will post it on facebook

and here on my blog

as soon as Baby comes out to meet us!

Am I ready?

Yes and no.

I have given three of my guys their haircuts; three to go.

I cleaned the garage, but the kitchen floor really needs to be washed.

I'm ready to take a deep breath again.  I've forgotten what one feels like.

I'm ready to be rid of this horrible heartburn.

I'm cherishing the baby's kicks and rolls inside of me;

soon this babe will be rather independent.

I'm lovingly rubbing my big round tummy, knowing that it won't be long until a big round tummy causes me to cry while getting ready for church because nothing fits and the baby's crying to be fed and we're already 10 minutes late.

Yes, I'm overdue.

No, it can't be much longer now until we meet our newest child.